Running my hands through my messy hair, I stepped into the abandoned warehouse on Kai’s street.
Misty had stared at me for an entire half hour while I sat there, trying to find the words to say but feeling too ashamed to speak. If I said them out loud, then they were real. And if they were real, then I was my father.
She had told me that we could talk tomorrow, but I didn’t even know if I’d be ready by then.
Kai leaned against a wall with his laptop in his hand, scrolling through it, while one of the Redwood teachers was sitting in the middle of the room, hands and ankles bound tightly to a chair and duct tape over his lips.
I glanced around, brows furrowed. “Where’re Imani and João?”
“Don’t know,” Kai said, closing the laptop and shoving it into his backpack.
“How the f**k do you no
